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- # THE LAND OF LOVE
## Overview
"The Land of Love" is a chapter within the poetry collection "[John Marr and Other Poems](arke:01KG8AJ5CWVMSM9AY2938E996H)". This chapter contains a poem of the same title, which was extracted from the file "[john_marr_and_other_poems.txt](arke:01KG89J19Y3FNVN5KWASY78BP4)". The chapter spans lines 3900 to 3935 of the source text.
## Context
This chapter is part of the larger "[Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW)" collection. It follows the chapter "[POEMS FROM MARDI](arke:01KG8AJKEDK60FPTKW4Z1RE5RH)" and precedes the chapter "[POEMS FROM CLAREL](arke:01KG8AJKEHA0QEQ9JNNJD7P6CT)".
## Contents
The chapter contains the poem "The Land of Love." The poem is an address to voyagers, inviting them to a tranquil and pleasant shore. It contrasts the peace found in this "Land of Love" with the futility of seeking happiness through worldly pursuits or extensive travel, emphasizing the fleeting nature of life and the potential for regret. The poem uses imagery of calm seas, waving palms, and smiling flowers to depict an idyllic setting.
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- THE LAND OF LOVE
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Whence e’er ye come, where’er ye rove,
No calmer strand,
No sweeter land,
Will e’er ye view, than the Land of Love!
Hail! voyagers, hail!
To these, our shores, soft gales invite:
The palm plumes wave,
The billows lave,
And hither point fix’d stars of light!
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Think not our groves wide brood with gloom;
In this, our isle,
Bright flowers smile:
Full urns, rose-heaped, these valleys bloom.
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Be not deceived; renounce vain things;
Ye may not find
A tranquil mind,
Though hence ye sail with swiftest wings.
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Time flies full fast; life soon is o’er;
And ye may mourn,
That hither borne,
Ye left behind our pleasant shore.
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- THE LAND OF LOVE